[Salone]

"Hello...Mother."

Na'lsa spoke with all the awkwardness of a teenager encountering their overbearing parents. Stepping hesitantly towards her, he opened his arms in a semi-welcoming gesture.

"It has been so very long. I have grown so much. So very much, Mother. I have gone in to the world. I have opened my gaping Maw and consumed, I have gorged myself. I have evolved from the quivering masses of primitive flesh I once infested. I have risen."

He stopped, staring at her quivering scales, at the mass of movement just below them that housed untold numbers of his siblings. Untold amounts of unprotected sins made manifest, all yearning to be let loose upon the world.

"I grew within your womb for sustenance..."

So much flesh. It writhed. Called him to enter. To impale. To open. To violate with his maw and consume. Her innate urges called to him, but on the same level of his own perversion. Oh, the HUNGER finally ate to his last vestiges of sanity.

"AND I WILL RETURN FOR THE SAME!"

He had barely finished speaking before he reared back his head, his jaw unhinging in a nightmarishly huge bite. Na'lsa threw himself forward with great force, clawing in between Sin's feathered scales. His mouth worked furiously to consume bits of scale and flesh. His hands found the wound he had caused, and with great strength he forced his body head first inside her, splitting the gouge open even further. And as he burrowed, he fed on the countless fetuses that were his siblings. Plucking them like grapes from their many wombs, he tore into and devoured them, ripping their sanctuaries apart with his mindless hunger. Organs and body parts and various giblets pressed in against him, but he burrowed still in to brethren. There was no caution. There was no consideration. No preservation.

There was only hunger, and the need above all else to sate it.